here before. I’m Rob Atkinson, and I came here with cousin Bess and Fred, this fellow, three days ago.”
At the mention of these three names, a sudden idea seemed to cross the young man’s mind, and, looking closely at Fred again, he said,—
“I thought I had seen Fred before, and now I know I have.”
“Yes,” assented Fred quietly. “I knew your voice as soon as you and Bob began talking. Aren’t you Mr. Muir?”
“I certainly am,” he answered, “and very glad to see you again. I was sure I knew your face as soon as I saw you. And this is the Rob who tied up the cat’s feet in papers, is it?”
“Oh, Mr. Muir,” began Rob, blushing at the recollection, “I didn’t”—
“Never mind that,” said Mr. Muir; “but how odd that Miss Carter should be related to Mrs. Rogers, and that I should meet her up here!”
“They’re sisters,” said Rob, “but cousin Alice is lots older. She’s real nice, but she
